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He pulled me off the dance floor and into a dimly lit and empty hallway off the main ballroom.

“No one will find us here,” he whispered as he began to fondle my breasts through the thick fabric of my corseted top. I wasn’t wearing a bra with my strapless dress and I instantly felt my nipples begin to harden under Rich’s stimulating hands. He pressed me back against the wall and stood flush against me so no one else would see my naked, lower half as he hiked the front of my floor-length dress up off the ground to rest at my hips. He parted my already slickened cleft with two of his fingers and I whimpered at the sudden and very much desired contact.

“You’re already so wet for me, Brooke. Just like I always imagined you would be, just as ready for me as I am for you.”

Rich kept working me with his fingers until I felt my temperature rise and my legs begin to wobble. He placed his other arm around my waist to help hold me up as I began to seek my release. As he continued to fuck me harder with his fingers, he gently brought his thumb to my clit where he rubbed small circles on the trembling nerve.

“Oh my god,” I panted. “I’m gonna come, Rich.”

“Come for me, sweetheart. Look me in the eyes and come for me.”

I opened my eyes and saw Rich’s deep blues staring deeply into my soul. I came undone with the fiercest orgasm, right up against that wall. Then I heard the sound of Rich’s zipper … and an alarm clock? … What the hell?

I slowly came to, as my own hands were rubbing my nipples through my thin camisole. I could tell my panties and sheets were soaked from my self-induced orgasmic experience.
I just had my very first wet dream.
I quickly glanced over at Cassidy’s bed and heard her snoring away. Thank God she was such a heavy sleeper. It was a bitch trying to wake her up during mock fire alarms, but, in this case, it really worked to my advantage.

“It all seemed so real. I swear I can even taste cinnamon on my lips,” I mumbled out loud to myself, as I shook my head in disbelief and stumbled to the bathroom. After changing the sheets, I made it to the shower to begin readying myself for my real date with Rich later that evening.

I heard Cassidy answer the door for Rich as I was applying the finishing touches to my makeup. I checked myself once more in the full-length mirror and admired the beauty that was staring back at me. Walking out of the small bathroom, I found Rich in his perfectly tailored tuxedo, sitting on our futon. I saw him mouth WOW as I made my way toward him in my sweetheart-design, strapless, ball gown. The deep purple, organza dress was accented with a sheer layer of black tulle and beading on the corset bodice.

I wore my hair partially pinned up while a layer of mahogany curls swept over my bare back. I paired the gown with the same faux diamond and amethyst choker from my dream and matching, dangly earrings. It was just enough sparkle to really make my best features pop.

“You are stunning tonight, Brooke. Really, breathtaking … a pure beauty.”

I just smiled as Rich led me to the door where I slipped on my silver, glittery stilettos and sheer, purple wrap. It was a warm, yet windy, April evening and since the formal was taking place on a riverboat, I didn’t want to go without something to cover my shoulders.

Rich led the three of us outside where an elegant, stretch limo waited at the curb. Cassidy had decided to go solo to the formal. Since it was a co-hosted event with the Lambdas, she thought she could snag one of the single frat boys.

“Rich, you got us a limo? That really wasn’t necessary, but it’s gorgeous. Thank you,” I said.

“Yeah, thanks.” Cassidy said, with a stunned look on her face. She must have loved it because it took a lot to leave that girl stunned and nearly speechless.

“After you, my ladies,” said Rich graciously.

We ducked into the limo with Cassidy leading the way. She quickly took up the large, leather sofa seat all for herself, kicking her legs up to make sure Rich and I shared a more intimate seat on the opposite side of the limo. She proved my theory correct when I saw her slyly wink as Rich stepped into the vehicle. I just rolled my eyes and scrunched my nose in her direction. Secretly, though, I was thanking her for her devious ways.

The interior of the limo featured a TV, VCR, and stereo system and also its very own wet bar with beautiful crystal decanters, filled with a variety of amber-colored liquors. Next to the decanters sat an ice bucket with a chilled bottle of champagne and three flutes resting inside. It didn’t take long for Cassidy to take note of the champagne.

“Champagne,” she squealed with excitement, as she clapped her hands together. “Let’s pop this baby and get this par-tay started.”

Rich grabbed the bottle and pointed it away from us, as he popped the cork and let a bit of the foam spray from the bottle’s top. He poured us each a glass of bubbly and asked the chauffeur to turn on the stereo to his best dance station. “Love Shack” piped through the speakers and we all laughed, before breaking out into our best B-52s impression.

After some time had passed, the limo began to slow as it pulled up to a somewhat dilapidated building.

“Uh, we’re eating here? I think we’re a little overdressed,” I said to Rich, with hesitation clearly in my voice.

“Hmph, you ladies just stay here. I’ll be right back with our entrée,” he replied.

Rich had been gone for about five minutes, when he returned with pizzas that had an aroma to die for.

“My ladies, dinner is served.” He opened the boxes and the cheese was so hot and gooey that it partially stuck to the box lids. Every topping imaginable was piled onto the deep-dish pies. I couldn’t help but lick my lips in anticipation.

“Oh, Rich. This is absolutely perfect – a limo, champagne and pizza.”

“I’m glad you like it. This is the best pizza on the planet, I’m pretty sure. When you told me the riverboat cruise was in Lansing, I immediately knew what we were having for dinner. You can’t come within twenty miles of Lansing and not stop to savor the deliciousness that is Giuseppe’s. Really, I think it should be on the list of deadliest sins.”

None of us said another word as we enjoyed the pizza and champagne. I think I ate three huge slices all by myself when I felt the bodice of my dress begin to tighten.

“Oh, I’m stuffed. That was heavenly.”

“I hope you saved room for dessert. I may have snuck some chocolate-covered strawberries into the mini-fridge before I came to pick you two up.”

Rich reached over to open the fridge and pulled out the ripest, most enormous strawberries I had ever seen. They were covered in creamy, milky smooth chocolate and I couldn’t resist the urge to shriek with pure delight.

Rich grabbed two from the tray before passing it over to Cassidy. He set one down on the plate he had used for his pizza and brought the other one close to my mouth. I leaned forward and felt the cool chocolate graze my lips. I lightly bit down, being careful not to bite Rich’s fingers. The creaminess of the chocolate, married to the sweetness of the berry, was the perfect blend for my taste buds.

“Mmmmmm,” I groaned, as I closed my eyes with pleasure.

Rich pulled back the other half of the strawberry and lightly brushed the lingering juices from my lips. I opened my eyes just in time to watch him lick the juice off his fingers that he had just wiped from my lips. He leaned into me, just inches from my face. I thought he was going to lean in further for a kiss when I heard Cassidy shout from above us, “Hey, you two, did you see this thing has a moon roof? We can stand up and see the stars. It’s such a beautiful night. Come on Brookie, come lookie with me!”

Leave it to Cass to ruin what I thought was going to be my first kiss with Rich.

“You should go and join her, Brooke. We wouldn’t want her to tip over from all the champagne she’s already consumed.”

It was true. Cassidy had already drunk an entire bottle of bubbly all by herself. I sighed and shook my head in disbelief as I stood and shimmied my body out of the moon roof and put an arm around Cassidy. It would be only a matter of minutes before we made it to the riverboat launch. I wanted to take a minute to enjoy this beautiful spring night.

After we boarded the riverboat, Rich immediately grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. Just as we stepped onto the smooth surface, the DJ began playing Enrique Iglesias’ new ballad, “Hero.” Rich pulled me tightly into his chest as I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. We swayed to the haunting melody for several minutes with only the fabric of our clothes separating us. The sweet smell of his Acqua di Gio infiltrated my senses and further ignited my desires.

“You really do look gorgeous tonight, Brooke,” Rich breathed in my ear.

“You can take my breath away,” he added, whispering along to the lyrics of the chorus.

“Thank you,” I mumbled into his crisp shirt. “You’re looking very fine yourself.”

Just as the last note played, Rich leaned into me and placed a soft, lingering kiss on my forehead. The sweet and romantic gesture left me weak in the knees and hoping for more, but just as I was about to take the risk and place my lips on his, he pulled away and suggested we step away from the dance floor and grab a drink before dinner.

“Want a shot of tequila? You know for old time’s sake,” he said with a wink.

“First, it was like a month ago. Second, no I’d just like a white wine tonight, please,” I replied. “After all, I need to keep an eye out for her. She did already consume an entire bottle of champagne before we even stepped foot on this boat,” I added, as I pointed toward an already inebriated Cassidy.

Rich just laughed and shook his head before ordering a beer and Chardonnay from the bartender.

After dinner, I spent a few more rounds out on the dance floor with Cass and the rest of my sorority sisters. We always brought the house down with our special rendition of Sister Sledge’s “We are family.” After, at least, a dozen party songs, Cassidy had found some Lambda to finally entertain her. I hadn’t seen my best friend for at least an hour and I was finally able to spend some time with Rich – alone.

As the evening was winding down, we made our way to the boat deck where we stopped to take in the clear night sky. I started to shiver a bit as a cool breeze came up off the water. I probably should’ve grabbed my shawl from the coat check area.

“Here, take my coat. You must be freezing,” Rich said, as I felt the sleeves of his tuxedo touch my arms.

“Thank you. I didn’t realize how chilly it would be up here. It is beautiful, though. Isn’t it?”

“You can say that again,” he said as he gazed into my eyes. He didn’t say anything else; he didn’t need to. It was what he didn’t say that heated my core even more than the jacket he’d just placed over my shoulders.

We could hear the music rising from the dance floor below as Rich stood behind me with his arms around my waist, moving us in time to the music. A giggle erupted from my throat when I recognized the song playing below. Rich was grinding up to my backside to Next’s “Too Close.”

I could tell by the hard length pressing against the small of my back that I was indeed making it hard for him. I felt a sense of victory with that sudden realization and leaned my head back to rest it on Rich’s shoulder. I didn’t want this evening to ever end and certainly didn’t want Rich to go back to Aubrey. I wanted us to stay entwined forever.